She's a little cold, less snuggly than usual, but it takes her longer to recover from fights than I do. We lay in the dark and chat, about the day, things we read, the cat.
It's not healed, not completely, but it's less sore, less raw.
I turn on my side, she scoots herself into place behind me, her arm draped over my side, and I slide into sleep almost immediately.
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